More than thirty high-level ghosts sealed within the drawing board were all taken into Zhang Chen's Gluttonous Belly and confined there for the time being, not yet thrown into the digestion pool to be broken down.
The materialized illusion scene was dispelled, and all the jailers returned to the children's playground.
Yu Qing, his face twisted viciously, looked at Lin Manyun's corpse lying flat on the seesaw. His mind was clouded in a berserk state, and he actually treated Zhang Chen as an enemy, wielding the power of time to attack him.
"Not bad talent. Wake up."
Zhang Chen touched Yu Qing's forehead with a finger, and the violent emotions within him immediately calmed. Yet Yu Qing was not looking at Zhang Chen, who had displayed such overwhelming power. Instead, he dropped to his knees before Lin Manyun's body and burst into tears.
"Her soul was stored in the drawing board and remains intact. Be a man and show some backbone. The path of a jailer has always been one walked step by step over the corpses of others. Anyone by your side could die at any time."
Zhang Chen's voice echoed within Yu Qing's heart, like a seed forcibly buried there.
"I helped you this time only because the two of you were lucky enough to run into me when I returned to Jinxi County. If something like this happens again, and you die as Level 3 Jailers, no one will remember you. The prison realm has already given you a chance at rebirth. If you value it, cherish it properly."
Zhang Chen extracted Lin Manyun's soul from the drawing board inside his body and attached it to her skeletal frame. Since she had been dead for less than a minute, he could fully stabilize her body and soul